The Gardener's Son

the gardener dreams of valleys green
with hanging fruit and honeyed streams
protected within heaven's gate
but its the rich who live that fate
the gardener only tends the stead
and by that toil his family's bread
 
and if foes encroach on oil's shore
it's the gardener's son who goes to war
who wears the flag or bears the grid
a prosthetic leg or coffin lid  
utopia is a moneyed scheme
so get your stash and live the dream